All the time in this crowded hall I am thinking of the sea --
A wave with its sudden tinkling fall,
And a gull's wing flying free,
And a night sky like a wall,
With tiny cracks where the stars look through
When the young moon lifts her blind
And runs all naked down the blue,
The kiss of earth to find.
All the time in this crowded hall I am thinking of the sea,
Where the yellow lights burn hot and bright
And the crowd move restlessly --
Oh! the warble of the waters and the comfort of the night!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 25 October 1927
